Simply choose a male and female, 9 adjectives, 5 adverbs, 3 nouns, 3 body parts, a verb, the same verb in the past, a prepositional phrase and a metaphor (though I think it's more of a simile ) and press the button and it'll make you a drabble.

Pooh stepped quickly out into the painful sunshine, and admired Jano's bum. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a slippery sight."Jano climbed off the condom and walked dangerously across the grass to greet her lover. Pooh patted Jano on the face and then tried to spank her well, but without success."That's all right," Jano said. "We can try again later.""I'm just not stupid," Pooh. "Not as stupid as the time we spanked in a hammock."Jano nodded huskily. "We were freezing back in those days.""Our knees were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Pooh said. "Everything seems fast and blue when you're young.""Of course," Jano said. "But now we're wet, we can still have fun. If we go about it loudly.""Loudly?" Pooh said . "But how?""With this," Jano said and held out a dirty spoon. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to spank."Pooh swallowed the spoon at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to spank loudly. They spanked like a stuffed pig. Three times.And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

"Disliking Carrot would be like kicking a puppy.""You kicked a puppy," Lobsang said accusingly.

...and here's another one featuring Sjoerd and mC. I used nice, clean, lovely words. Any naughtiness in the story is not down to me eg; "slipping him the tongue!"

(Mind you, if that's only 100 words, I'm Dutch! )

Loving Lang Syne

Sjoerd sipped beautifully at his drink and stood loving behind a gin. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel hunky and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how elegant his nose got when he was nervous.Well, truth be told, Sjoerd knew very well why he was at the party: to see mC.Ah, mC. Just the thought of her, the chance of a glimpse of her devoted cheek made Sjoerd's heart beat like Romeo and Juliet.But tonight everyone was masked. Sjoerd peered romantically through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was mC. There, he thought, the woman over by the love, the tall one with the walrus mask. It had to be mC. No one else could look so romantic, even in a walrus mask.She began to walk Sjoerd's way and Sjoerd started to panic. What if she actually talked to Sjoerd?mC came right up to Sjoerd and Sjoerd thought that he was going to faint."Hello," mC said cheekily. "What are you doing over here all alone?""Oh, just looking at the cooker," Sjoerd said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so cute.Just then, a macho voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."Sjoerd's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that mC might ..."Happy New Year!"mC swept Sjoerd into her arms, bent him on cloud nine, and kissed Sjoerd lovingly, slipping him the tongue and groping his hand.Sjoerd could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out hilariously and pulled mC's mask off her face. It was mC! "I knew it was you," Sjoerd said and took his own mask off."And it's ... you," mC said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."Sjoerd watched her go. She would be right back, Sjoerd was sure. Just as soon as she had her punch.And then they would fall in love.

"Disliking Carrot would be like kicking a puppy.""You kicked a puppy," Lobsang said accusingly.

Meerkat paced Daily back and forth. Knowledgable dread filled her heart. Mr Darcy should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my Simpering love, Meerkat thought. Where could you be?

Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Mr Darcy had been taken hostage by Astute Bosom, a supervillain who had the city in a state of Cross terror. Meerkat fainted dead away, The dream hovered like a drunk dragonfly over the river of imcompleteness.

When she came to, there was a bump on her Left knee cap and the Knowledgable dread had returned. "Mr Darcy, my Witty honey bunny," she cried out Indescriminately. "What is Astute Bosom doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing Pleasantly as he Pulsated him in the Hand.

In the midst of all the terror and tears, Meerkat remembered a story her grandmother had told her. If you fold 1000 Quantum African Elephants, then whatever you wish for will come true.

Meerkat ordered in a supply of Quantum and set to work, folding African Elephants until her Left knee cap was sore and she could hardly see. It took a week. She was just finishing up the very last African Elephant when Mr Darcy walked in the front door.

"Mr Darcy!" Meerkat screamed and threw herself into Mr Darcy's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 Quantum African Elephants and it brought you back to me." She was so happy, she felt like she was dancing In England. She kissed Mr Darcy Fortunately on the Hand.

The Knowledgable dread came back. "But you're Clever to be back here with me, right?"

Mr Darcy checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Thoughtful Placemat for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay Honest, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.

Meerkat choked back a sob and started folding another African Elephant. Then she went out and got drunk instead.